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BY 

MARY MARANCEY BERGHOLZ 

WATERBURY CENTER 

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1918 






Copyright, 1918, by 
Mary Marancey Bergholz 



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TO MY SON LEO 

WHO ALONE MADE POSSIBLE THESE "RHYMES FROM 

DIFFERENT CLIMES" (BUT WITH LITTLE ENTHUSIASM 

AS TO THEIR PUBLICATION), ARE THEY DEDICATED 

BY HIS LOVING MOTHER 



Digitized by the Internet Archive 
in 2011 with funding from 
The Library of Congress 



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CONTENTS 

Page 

The Country Woman Versus the City 1 

May 3 

Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star 4 

Blizzard 5 

On Receiving One of the Hundred Copies of 

Frances Wilson's " Eugene Field " 6 

On Receiving a Pail of Maple Sug<\r from Judge 

Allen 8 

The Judge Sends Mary a Handkerchief .... 9 

A Poverty Luncheon 10 

Polly Makes a Call 12 

The Forgotten Message 13 

Adaline's Vanity Receives a Blow 14 

Polly Furnishes the Parsonage 16 

The Coming of Hildegard 17 

A Memory 18 

A Message from Erzerum 20 

A Letter 21 

When Mary Goes a Sleighing 22 

How Mary Goes a Skating 23 

Letter from Three Rivers, Canada 24 

From Dawson to Gold Run Did Mary Go a Visiting 25 

When Mary Went a Mushing 29 

Mary at the Tomb of Jonah 30 

The Gift of a Loaf 32 

Mary at the Tomb of Dorcas 34 

Admiral Sigbee Comes to Beirut 35 

A Valentine 37 

Her Sedan Chair 38 

"Owed" to This Appendix 39 

My True Love 41 

The Lost Day 42 



TABLE OF CONTENTS 

Page 

In Information Wanted from Vermont .... 43 

On What Did Mary Ride 44 

To My Son Leo 47 

The Coming Home of U. S. Consuls from Germany, 

March 20, 1917 48 

To Jennie June 50 

Reincarnation 51 

To Leo 52 



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THE COUNTRY WOMAN VERSUS 
THE CITY 

(Written for Anniversary of Sorosis 1894, o,t request of our 
President Fanny Helmuth) 

My lady lives in the city, 
The country I ; 
She looks out upon a palace, 
I the sky. 

Her rooms are darkened with laces, 

Not so mine, 

Only with climbing roses 

And eglantine. 

The sun that shines o'er land and sea 

Floods my windows and comforts me. 

My lady has her flowers 

So have I, 
She buys them at the corner 

Nearest by, 
My garden is red with roses, 

There are lilies, too, 
I gather them in the morning 

Wet with dew 
Just when the world is hushed and still 

And not a sunbeam glints the hill. 

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She drives daily with her coachman, 

Not so I ; 
I drive the beauties who know me — 

And they fly 
With the friends I have beside me 

Glad am I. 
As over hill and dell when skies are fair 
We laugh and chat in the scented air. 

My lady has her day at home, 

So have I ; 
She'll bid you then, and may again 

By and Bye; 
Her rooms are darkened, and then lighted, 

Band plays low, 
You shake her hand, a cup of tea, 

Then you go — 
While my friends daily come to me 
And make me glad as glad can be. 

And thus my lady lives and dies, 

No one knows. 
You see the crape upon the door 

When she goes, 
Her nearest neighbor passing by 
Wonders who is lying still with folded hands — 

Eyelids too. 
But all the country far and wide 
Will know when I have crossed the tide. 
New RocheMe, March 20, 18H. 

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MAY 

My sweetheart is coming 
Make broad the highway 

My sweetheart is coming 
My beautiful May. 

Keeping time to the rhyme 
Of each rolling year 

One note in the music 
A note sweet and clear — 

I hear it, she's coming! 

With swift flying feet 
O'er mountain and valley 

Her lover to greet — 

And what will she bring me 
From lands far away 

Ah ! What will she bring me 
My beautiful May? 

Flowers in her bosom 
And sunshine and song 

Will she bring, Oh ! my queen 
Who has tarried so long. 

Then hasten, my Sweetheart, 
And make no delay — 

Your lover stands waiting 
Oh! beautiful May. 

New Rochelle, N. Y., April, 1889. 
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TWINKLE, TWINKLE LITTLE STAR 

Twinkle, twinkle little star 
I don't wonder what you are 
Running with the speed of fire 
Following a slender wire : 
When you show your little light 
Twinkle, twinkle in the night 
I don't wonder what you are 
I KNOW — you're the Trolley Car. 

Twinkle, twinkle little star 

I don't wonder what you are 

When you come with dash and din 

Bringing all the neighbors in 

When you show your little light 

Even on a rainy night 

I don't wonder what you are 

I know — you're the Trolley Car. 

Twinkle, twinkle little star 

Not the one that shines afar 

Radiant in the milky way 

Never shining in the day — 

But you — who show your little light 

Twinkle, twinkle day and night 

I don't wonder what you are 

I know — you're the Trolley Car. 



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BLIZZARD! ! 

Twinkle, twinkle little star 
Now I wonder where you are, 
Silent is your dash and din 
Not a neighbor coming in — 
Come and show your little light 
Twinkle, twinkle day and night. 
Oh, thou missing longed-for star, 
Come and bring our Trolley Car. 

No matter now what storms there are 
We never miss our Trolley Car. 
No night so dark, no day so bright 
But there we see its twinkling light : 
It sets the traveller on his way, 
Keeps all the neighbors glad and gay, 
All joys are ours both near and far 
Because we have our Trolley Car. 

Ah! Will, wherever thou mayst roam, 
In worlds beyond this vaulted dome, 
While gazing from the starry skies, 
The home that we call Paradise, 
Whatever makes thee wonder most — 
Thyself and all the heavenly host, 
Thy greatness, that transcends each star, 
Or, to see us in our Trolley Car? 
Written for the Shakespeare Club, — New Rochelle, N. Y., 1889. 



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ON RECEIVING ONE OF THE HUNDRED 
COPIES OF FRANCES WILSON'S 
"EUGENE FIELD" 

I never look upon the book 

This Christmas gave to me 
But in wonder joy that I 

Should of the hundred be. 

I wonder if his songs ring out 

Upon the further shore 
And children pleading there as here 
To tell them "just one more?" 

Has he seen the " Little Boy Blue " 
Whose toys wait day by day, 

II The Little Boy "■ the " Moder " missed 

" Ben allwais in the way?" 

Do " Pittypats and Tippy toes " 

Come crowding him to greet, 
No " ruffled brows " or " griefs to smooth " 

Just listening at his feet? 

I wonder if the children bring 

The Christ-child in their joy, 
And will He lead the singer to 

His " little baby boy? " 

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These thoughts I ponder o'er and o'er 

Of him that's laid at rest — 
But never wonder why he loved 

Our Frances Wilson best. 

Highwood, New Rochelle, January, 1897. 



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ON RECEIVING A PAIL OF MAPLE 
SUGAR FROM JUDGE ALLEN 

John Allen, Oh, My Jo John, 

When we were first acquaint 

Your hair was just the same, John, 

And mine about as faint. 

But I was not so sweet, John, 

Not half so sweet as now 

For, I've the pail of sugar, John, 

You sent, — and I'll allow 

There never was such sugar, John, 

Outside the dear old State , 

And every grain I eat, John, 

In thankfulness I'll take. 

When summer comes you'll see, John, 

And with me must agree 

There never was so sweet a dame 

As your grateful M. M. B. 

New Rochelle, April 28th, 1885. 



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THE JUDGE SENDS MARY A 
HANDKERCHIEF 

In summer time when Mary came, 
No Judge was walking in the lane. 

The months passed by; at Christmas tide 
No Judge was walking by her side. 

One winter when the winds did blow 
And patched the orchards were with snow, 

A token came, — and Mary knew 
The Judge had faithful been and true. 

She wiped her eyes through falling tears 
While thinking of the weary years, 

And murmured — as she held it tight, 
The gift the Judge had sent that night — 

" Of all sad words of tongue or pen, — 
// T& had one then, it might have been! " 



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A POVERTY LUNCHEON 

Dear Anna came down from the garden gate, 
On her face was a look of sorrow, 
" We are having a Poverty Luncheon," said she, 
"To be served at our house tomorrow." 

" A Poverty Luncheon: what is that, pray, 
Have you come over to beg, or to borrow? 
Take what you will, but don't ask me, my dear, 
To lunch at your house tomorrow. 

"And what will you have at this luncheon of 

yours? 
A rasher of ham, eggs, or bacon? 
Or, codfish ball, and a cake of corn 
With a salad made of an acorn?" 

" Tomato bisque first will be served, 

Of a very delicious flavor; 

Then sweet-breads creamed, they are just a 

dream," 
Said demurely this little neighbor. 

" A salad of lettuce tender and crisp — 
Cheese and crackers well toasted." 
All said with an air, I may not be fair, 
But, really, as if she boasted. 

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"For dessert Easter eggs in a nest full of cream; 
Orange — " here my heart cried in sorrow, 
"O Annie, dear Annie, do ask me 
I pray, to your Poverty Luncheon tomorrow." 

New Rochelle. 



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POLLY MAKES A CALL 

When Polly dropped in the other day 

On Adaline just down the way 

She looked the saint, but really the sinner 

Was swooping to see what she had for dinner. 

" Oh, how is your sister," said Adaline, 

" The saint that she is — you'll stay, Poll, and 

dine — 
I hope the dear one is really better?" 

" Sometime ago," said mournful Poll, 

11 1 received a letter from dying Moll, 

It really with tears your eyes would fill 

So close to death's door, quite over the sill, 

I did not answer it, Moll always said 

She'd hate getting letters when she was dead, 

Beside you see, there's nothing to tell 

Unless you know one's alive and well. 

Thank you, dear Adaline, I'm happy to stay 

For I smell you are having boiled dinner today." 

New RocJwlle, January, 1898. 



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THE FORGOTTEN MESSAGE 

"Dear Adaline," said she, the other day, 
When Polly called awhile to stay: 

" I've a message to send your sister Moll, 
You won't forget it, will you, dear Poll? 

I may never see her more I fear, 
The sands are running low, my dear, 
Not more than a bushel is left me now 
You'll tell her, Oh! make me a solemn vow — 

" Surely I will," said poor weeping Poll, 

II And what a comfort to Sister Moll; 
This very hour I'll write her a letter, 

But cheer up, dear, perhaps you'll be better." 

" Tell her," and here she gasped for breath, 
11 I've loved her in life, I love her in death — 
Try to be like her, your sister Moll, 
Is my last request to you, dear Poll." 

Polly went home and wrote her sad letter : 
11 Poor Adaline, I fear, will never be better, 
She sent you a message, her last, dear Moll, 
But I've forgotten it," wrote faithful Poll. 

New Rochelle, N. Y., February 21, 1899. 

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ADALINE'S VANITY RECEIVES A BLOW 

Poor Adaline awoke one day- 
Filled with wonder and dismay. 

The day before she met a corker 
When visiting with Polly Walker. 

Now Adaline, though not conceited, 
Had many a time to Poll repeated 

There wasn't a sewer in the land 

With her own self could hold a hand — 

She could gather and fell to beat the Dutch, 
In this wide world there was none such 

As she, — and for a scratcher 

Just produce one if you could catch her; 

On button-holes she took the prize, 
So perfect they'd rejoice all eyes, 

And Adaline was such a talker 

She could convince poor Polly Walker. 

Alas! — she saw a box that day 

From Molly B. who lives away: 



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Such sewing she had never seen, 
Quite fine enough to suit a queen. 

There was hemming, tucking and gathers, 
Laces like cobwebs — stitches like feathers. 

Never before — she thought with tears dash- 
ing- 
Had she ever seen such beautiful scratching. 

Button-holes, too — before, her main pride, 
Were nothing but holes with Molly's beside. 

She moaned and she groaned, till Polly ran over 
Just " tickled to death " and gave her a Dover. 



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POLLY FURNISHES THE PARSONAGE 

Adaline, though such a talker, 

Was very just to Polly Walker: 

11 Put Poll," she said, " on this committee 

She'll beat the best in any city." 

The springtime came, the conference met, 

A minister to B was sent, 

A house to be furnished : all things new, 
And Polly appointed to rush it through. 

Polly rushed and worked away, 
Bought and sold from day to day 
Till every thing was spick and span 
Ready to greet the coming man, 
Who, rain or shine, would on the 
Morrow come, at nine. 

Adaline says when the morning came 
Poll rushed out in a pouring rain 
With butter and bread for the morning feast 
And — Adaline says, a doughnut each. 

Poll welcomed them all, with a smile no doubt, 
" Your breakfast is ready," when Poll lit out — 
" We thank Thee, our Father," — but is this all 
We have for breakfast? " said Parson Hall. 

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THE COMING OF HILDEGARD 

The winter came and brought a daughter 

Unto the home of Polly Walker, 

Which so delighted dear old Poll 

That she wrote at once to her sister Moll : 

" All of the baby; its hour of birth, 

The sweetest, dearest thing on earth; 

Its hair was curly, a golden hue, 

Its eyes the heaven's deepest blue, 

Its cry — if it cried — a sound so sweet 

That grandma and Polly fell at its feet." 

"Its mouth a rosebud," wrote grandma Poll, 
(Which caused a snicker from sister Moll) 
" Not only that," wrote this silly loon, 
11 But in it we found a silver spoon." 

Now Adaline writes this little lady 
" Is very like any other baby, 
As to the spoon, why Grandma Walker 
Put it there when she went to rock her." 

November 17, 1898. 



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A MEMORY 

There was a little boy — who made a little 
drum and sent it to his sweetheart far away. — 
It was a beauty, too. The church was there 
in view, and on the other side, the library, — 
the village pride. 

Now the sweetheart went to play with the boys 
across the way. "March on" — said she. 
" And step off quick." " Ha, Ha," said they, 
" You've no drumstick. . . . Beat your drum, 
and then we'll go" — they cried in tones not 
low. 

Sadly the sweetheart went away, with the 
boys no more to play. But keep the drum she 
ever will, from the little boy living in Granville. 

Then ... It happened in this way that the 
sweetheart wrote to say, " She was in a serious fix 
— because, her drum, it had no sticks, and they 
always made such fun of her lovely little Drum 
that she never more would play, with those boys 
across the way. ..." 

Then, the little boy in G , who loved her 

very tenderly (and wished that she might happy 
be), made, and sent, the sticks to B . 

"Now," said she, "there'll be some fun — 
music I'll make on my little drum, this very mo- 



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ment the sticks I'll try, was ever a sweetheart 
as happy as I? " 

Then the boys across the way begged and pleaded 
with her to play, — apples offered ripe and sweet 
— candies more than she could eat, — but with 
a flourish she bade them, " Go," — just plunged 
those boys in deepest woe. Till they dreamed all 
night, and they mourned all day, for the little 
girl across the way. " But in all the wide, wide 
world," said she, " there is only one little boy 
for me." 

Burlington, Vt., August, 1913. 



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A MESSAGE FROM ERZERUM 

In an Eastern Lan' 

A garden stands walled around 

From the eyes of Man. 

There sparrows flit — 
And a magpie sits — 
With a tail of white, 
And pipes at night. 

A fountain stream 
From far away 
Sings in the garden 
Night and day : — 

Flowers of purple, 
Lilly blooms white, 
Roses and pansies 
Are the garden's delight: 

And there in the sunshine 
And scented air, 
Sits — Mary of old, 
Drying her hair. 

U. S. Consulate, Erzerum, Armenia, 1902. 



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A LETTER 

I have come from the mountains of our Father 

Adam's State, 
Where all the hills are lofty, magnificent and 

great; and 
This was written in the Garden where Eve the 

apple ate 
And rushed to find a fig-leaf when she found her 

sad mistake — 
I come with happy greetings and kisses for you 

all. 
From your friends who live in Eden, — and 

went there since the fall. 

We bless you, yes, and love you 

— Wishing every joy untold 
That comes with His richest blessing 

And a furnace stuffed with coal. 

Erzerum. 



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WHEN MARY GOES A SLEIGHING 

The troops come out to clear the way, 
And all salute the passing sleigh, 
The giddy ponies prance and neigh, 
When Mary goes a sleighing. 

The coachman stands up straight and trim, 
Two guards behind to hold her in, 
You ought to see the camels grin, 
When Mary goes a sleighing. 

And really, how the Turks do stare? 
They never saw a sight so fair 
And Ermin Bey forgets his prayer, 
When Mary goes a sleighing. 

And she looks lovely as she flies, 
Her face is hidden from all eyes? 
For it is under Turkish skies, 
That Mary goes a sleighing. 

And there she chuckles full of glee, 
A blessed thing she can not see, 
And it will ever puzzle me, 
Why Mary goes a sleighing. 

U. S. Consulate, Erzerum, Turkey, December, 1902. 
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HOW MARY GOES A SKATING 

She sits down in an easy chair, 
A carpet for her feet is there 
And soft and balmy is the air, 
When Mary goes a skating. 

Upon her head a Russian cap 
A fur cape that belongs to Pat, 
It would be cold if not for that, 
When Mary goes a skating. 

The Persian Consul on her right, 
And there are others just in sight, 
Because the day is warm and bright, 
When Mary goes a skating. 

And she is safe from falling in, 
No matter if the ice is thin, 
But why this idiotic grin? 
When Mary goes a skating. 

U. S. Consulate, Erzerum, Armenia, December, 1903. 



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Three Rivers, Canada, September, 1904. 

My Dear Louie D , 

From the garden of Eden to Rivers Three. 
(Where Eve ate the apple, Alas poor E — : for 
e'er since it has been decreed there, all women a 
tight fitting veil must wear, — else they some 
poor helpless man may ensnare.) 

No Cherubim to drive us away, but our orders 
came from U. S. A. The General gave us a din- 
ner and ball, the night before leaving, to one and 
to all. . . . No Turkish ladies did any one 
see, all on account of that sad decree. . . . We 
left in mid-winter, the mountains were steep — 
covered with snow, and that, very deep. An es- 
cort of soldiers rode at our side — were needed 
they said for protection and guide. Four days 
went we by day and by night, till Kars 
was reached and trains were in sight. . . . 
From Kars, through Russia, swiftly went we, 
the one only way to reach the Black Sea. We 
stopped all along to see and to rest — the Holy 
Land to us was the best — ... The pyramids 
we must surely see. Climb them? No, No, a 
camel was too much for me. . . . Genoa, Nice, 
and Paris gay, were taken in on our homeward 
way. . . . On we must go to Amsterdam — 
as sailing we were on the Rotterdam. A lovely 
passage across the sea, and home, at last, in the 
Land of the Free. 

I have much to tell, so come and see 

Yours, lovingly, 

Mary M. B. 

U. 5. Consulate, September, 1904- 

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FROM DAWSON TO GOLD RUN DID 
MARY GO A VISITING 

In Dawson, Y. T., in winter weather, 
" John " and I left the town together, 
Over the mountains and over the hills, 
For a far-off visit to Mistress Wills. 

Four white horses, and sleigh quite ornate, 
Came prancing up to the Consulate, 
Wrapped in fur robes, with bricks heated hot, 
We started off on the liveliest trot. 

Ten below zero, as we drove through the town, 
Blue was the sky, and the wind had gone down. 
Trees bending with snow, we passed in the 

gloom, 
Looked like a forest of white ostrich plumes. 

Papers and parcels, we had in the sleigh, 
Voices, merry and happy, greeted our way, 
As over the hills we swiftly did glide, 
John on the box, a hot brick at my side. 

A jolly old fellow we met on the way, 

Said, "Where are your passengers, John, today?" 

John turning around, a sly glance at me, 

" It's quality, not quantity, today," said he. 

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Changed at Gold Bottom, white horses for black, 
Off started we on a well-beaten track, 
Passed o'er the Summit, far off on the plain, 
Dropped low the sun, and the sky all aflame. 

Was " arrested " at Granville, left John and the 

sleigh, — 
The Policeman was handsome, I did not say nay, 
Fleet were the horses, in ten minutes more, 
We were standing before the Doctor's door. 

The cabin was warm and glowing with light, 
The hostess was waiting, radiant as night, 
With welcomes and greetings, and there on the 

spot, 
A dinner delicious, and that piping hot. 

A birthday on Tuesday, every one knew, 
Was that of our hostess, just twenty- two. 
A dinner she gave her friends on Gold Run, 
Those that were bidden, most gladly did come. 

The table was covered with silk and with lace, 
Ribbons were festooned all over the place, 
Happy each heart, and forgetting all ills, 
We sat round the table of Doctor Wills. 

Fish, soup, an entre (I know not of what), 
A fine roasted turkey, and that steaming hot; 
The last of the feast, still the talk of the town, 
Was frozen ice cream, coming in hot and brown. 
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We drank to her health, the " boys '■ to her eyes, 
Which were softer and bluer than summer skies, — - 
This dame in her robes of satin and lace, 
With a light, merry heart, and joy in her face. 

She had travelled in lands far over the sea, 

Spent many a season in giddy Paree, 

Had roamed the world over, and, bless her dear 

soul, 
Here we were happy, not far from the " Pole." 

A fortnight soon sped, every moment complete, 
Time never passed with such swift flying feet, 
Then fifty-five below the mercury fell, 
If lower 'twould tumble, could any one tell? 

But I must away, the summons had come, 
In the morning at seven, was leaving Gold Run. 
So John on the " box " drove up to the door, 
Tucked me up, tucked me in as never before. 

The moon was shining, full clear and bright, 
The snow was a glittering field of light, 
On and on we went, till the moon grew pale, 
Till the sun came up, flooding hilltop and dale. 

On over the hills to the mountains high, 
There in the distance against the blue sky 
Were the " Rockies," surely not half a day, 
John said they were seventy-five miles away. 

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Between them and us was wealth untold, 
The hills, creeks of Yukon with millions of gold, 
And over it all, in sparkle and glow, 
This mantle of white, this glittering snow. 

Reached Gold Bottom, changed horses, and 

dined at one, 
At two we were off on the homeward run, 
Thus speeding swiftly on, it was half past four 
When Dawson was reached, and we stood at our 

door. 

Fifty-five below zero, so warm was the sleigh, 
Not a shiver had I on the homeward way. 
Whenever you want fifty-five miles of fun, 
Take John and his sleigh, and go to Gold Run. 

U. S. Consulate, Dawson, Y. T., Canada, January, 1905. 



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WHEN MARY WENT A MUSHING 

In Gold Run when the sun was low 

And all the heavens were a-glow, 

O'er the deep and trodden snow did 

Mary go a mushing. 

Rob and Roy they drew the sled — 

Rob waving tail high over his head, 

Not a bark or a word was said 

When Mary went a mushing. 

And Oh! It was the greatest fun 

To see how fast those dogs could run — no 

One could beat them in Gold Run, 

When Mary went a mushing. 

Then turning round 

They homeward flew — 

Her hostess came and took a view — 

Kodaked they were, and never knew — 

When Mary went a mushing. 

Then dashed they into a bank of snow — 
Over their heads did Mary go! 
And there they left her in her woe, 
When Mary went a mushing. 

U. S. Consulate, Dawson, Canada, January, 1905. 



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MARY AT THE TOMB OF JONAH 

Jonah was a prophet of old 

Refusing to do as the Lord him told! 

" Go to Nineveh and cry to them there " — 

He took sail for Tarshish, and paid the fare. 

There was a mighty tempest in the sea. 
The ship was like to broken be. 
To their gods did the mariners call and weep, 
But Jonah lay, and was fast asleep. 

11 Who is the Jonah on this ship? " 

The Captain cried, — and J was it. 

They cast him into the raging sea — 
Down went the waves, and down went he. 

A whale had pity on his plight, 

And took him in — 'twas dark as night. 

11 I've paid the fare," said J , and went to 

sleep 
Rocked in the cradle of the deep. 

11 Ah! give us a light," cried J to the whale, 

"You've plenty of oil," — but his cheek grew 

pale, 
" Pardon, dear Jonah, indeed you must — 
I've sold my oil to the Standard Oil Trust." 

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He spouted along three nights and no more, 
Then popped him out on the Syrian shore. 

" Who," said J , standing there by the sea, 

" Will ever believe this strange story of me? " 

To Nineveh, Jonah arose and went, 

In sackcloth and ashes it did repent, 

The city was spared : when his work was o'er 

They buried him where he was popped ashore. 

U. S. Consulate General, Beirut, Syria, July, 1905. 



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THE GIFT OF A LOAF 

How glad I am, 
How glad I be, 
Him didn't take 
The bread with he. 
Oh! luckless man 
Oh ! luckless writ 
To go home 
And not take it. 
Her didn't put it 
Same as letter 
Cos her knows he 
And her better. 
Sure him no sense 
This Doc from Si 
And so her sent 
The bread to I, 
And us did eat it 
For the supper, 
Just hottest tea 
An' bread and butter — 
Such Graham bread: 
Co's it was white, 
Jus' brown outside 
And sweet an' light — 
And us loves she, 
And she loves I, 



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But breadless is 
The Doc from Si. 

All blessings on Dear Mrs. G 

For sending bread to M. M. B. 

U. S. Consulate General, Beirut, December 16, 1905. 



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MARY AT THE TOMB OF DORCAS 

" Tve been sewing Dorcas, sewing 

From morning until night 

When angry clouds o'er cast the sky, 

And when the day was bright: 

My machine was ever running 

For the poor. O sainted D— — -, 

Just along the sewing line 

YouVe a rival, dear, in me! 

It was never told in story, 

Was never told in song, 

None will weep, their garments show, 

When I am dead and gone. 

But if Peter, knowing my good deeds, — 

No preference to show 

Between the Dorcas of today 

And her of long ago — should 

Come flying down to raise me, 

I should gently, firmly, say: 

I had rather die, dear Peter, 

Than sew another day." 

Then I heard a murmured sigh from out the 

clear blue ether: 

" That's just the way that I felt, but don't tell 

dear old Peter." 
Joppa, 1906. 



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ADMIRAL SIGBEE COMES TO BEIRUT 

("Billee Barlow," /. S.'s name for M. M. B.) 

Three ships came sailing up the sea, 
Three ships as white as white can be, 
And every one from top to toe 
Cried: — " How are you, Billee Barlow? " 

Then Billee ran the flag up high, 
So high it almost reached the sky. 
14 I'm just as well as well can be," 
Said Billee to Admiral Sigbee. 

They stopped the ships and anchored fast, 
Their flags flew up and down the mast, 
The cannon boomed from ship to port, 
And little Leo he held the fort. 

Only five days they anchored here; 
A ball was given to far and near, 
And the Admiral on heel and toe 
Opened the ball with Billee Barlow. 

And Oh! the food they had to eat, 
Sandwiches, salads and jellied meat — 
Cream cakes and ices — candied fruit; 
On dit, — the best ever had in Beirut. 

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Then off they steamed into the west 
Unto the land that they love best; 
All were sad as they watched them go, — 
But the Admiral smiled on Billee Barlow. 

U. S. Consulate General, Beirut, Syria, September, 1906. 



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A VALENTINE 

Honorable John, my Joe John, 

When we were first acquaint, 
We lived upon The Hill, John, 

And there was no complaint — 
But everything is changed, John, 

And you are far from me — 
While I am living here, John, 

Among heathen Chinee. 
But now that I am tired, John, 

And wish no more to roam 
In foreign scenes and lands, John, 

Just want a quiet home — 
And if I chance to find one, John, 

By mountain or by sea, 
Will you leave the dusty city, John, 

And come and dwell with me? 
'Tis true that I am blind, John, 

But little I can see, 
And I am nearly deaf, John, 

And sad it is for me — 
But I won't see your faults, John, 

Whatever they may be; 
Nor shall I hear you swear, John, 

If you softly do, at me. 
So if I find a home, John, 

By mountain or by sea, 
With a cow, a cat and a dog, John, 

Will you come and dwell with me? 

U. S. Consulate General, Canton, February 14, 1910. 



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HER SEDAN CHAIR 

When Mary takes her walks abroad 

It's in her Sedan chair. 
Four coolies lift it up on poles 

With Mary sitting there — 

They all are clad in linen white 
All trimmed with red and blue, 

Their bare feet patter o'er the street 
Regardless of a shoe. 

A straw shaped bowl is on each head — 

The weather being fine — 
And covered with a tassel red, 

Their ques hang down behind. 

When Mary makes a call in state 

And steps out of her chair 
Off goes each jacket, there they are — 

Down to their waists quite bare. 

Horse, coachman, footman, three in one 

A combination rare, 
But this has Mary when she goes 

Out in her Sedan chair. 

Consulate General, Canton, China, June, 1906. 

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" OWED " TO THIS APPENDIX 

O Leo dear, was very ill, 
No balm was there, in herb or pill, 
He nevermore could eat his fill, 
Because of this Appendix. 

Where the Euphrates rolls, in Bible Land, 
So ill, was he, he could not stand, 
The Doctor, dear, she held his hand, 
Because of this Appendix. 

Three times, on Shameen, doctors came, 
And vainly tried to ease his pain. 
To hear him swear! — but all in vain, 
Because of this Appendix. 

One morning, when the skies were blue, 
To Hongkong, like a bird he flew, 
And left his mother weeping, too, 
Because of this Appendix. 

In the G. C. H. he went to bed, 
"I'm weary of this pain," he said, 
"And, really, am more than half dead. 
Because of this Appendix." 



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He hopped up on the marble slab 
In double-quick, he was so glad, 
For never another pain he'd have, 
Because of this Appendix. 

They held a funnel o'er his head, 
" All ready now," was all they said, 
The next he knew, he was in his bed. 
And minus this Appendix. 

A telegram flew o'er the line, 
11 All over, mother, feeling fine," 
The news went round, in just no time ? 
The loss of this Appendix. 

A week passed by, the wonder grew, 
That complications were so few, 
A case like this, they never knew, 
With such a bad Appendix. 

L'envoi 

This Appendix now is very sad, 
In bottle mourns, that it was bad, 
And wishes that it never had 
Been such a d Appendix. 

U. S. Consulate General, Canton, China, May 19, 1907. 



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MY TRUE LOVE 

There are birds on the wing 

And songs in the air — 

There are flowers all around, 

Perfume everywhere — 

Was it summer, or winter? 

Ah! How should I know 

When my true love was with me — a long time ago 

If we wandered through meadows 

Pink with the clover, 

Or over bleak hills 

I and my lover — 

If the sky was of sunshine 

Or clouds, should I know — 

When my true love was with me 

A long time ago — a long time ago — - 

There are birds on the wing, 

No songs in the air — 

There are flowers all around, 

No perfume anywhere — 

Is it summer or winter? 

Ah! too well I know 

Since my true love has left me 

A long time ago — along time ago — * 

Duneeden, New Zealand, September, 1908. 

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THE LOST DAY 

Sunday came with songs and praises 
As we steamed across the sea. 

Monday brought us Honolulu — 
Lovely spot it was to me. 

Tuesday was a day of gladness, 
Blue the sea and soft the air. 

Wednesday came with smiles and ripples 
All because the sky was fair. 

Thursday we saw fishes flying, 
Whales were sporting as we went, 

Friday was a day as perfect, 

But at night, said Captain Bent: 

11 Saturday will give us trouble, 

Serious trouble it will be, 
And as all are gay and happy 

I'll just drop it in the sea." 

" Lost, lost," cried a maiden weeping — 
" Six days in this week there'll be." 

11 Not so," said the Captain, smiling, 
Returning, J pick it up you see. 

S. S. Tenyo Maru, Pacific Ocean, June 12,1910. 
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IN INFORMATION WANTED FROM 
VERMONT 

" The mother of Moses I know her well, 
The father of Moses I cannot tell." 

The father of Moses you cannot tell? 

That's not so strange, but common rather 

Not knowing the name of every father, 

So glide along in your little sleigh 

With never a worry along the way. 

And when you meet in the land of the blest 

His mother will tell you if she thinks best. 

U . S. Consulate, Kingston, Jamaica, J Gnaary, 1913. 



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ON WHAT DID MARY RIDE 

When Mary left her native state 

On what did Mary ride? 
She rode upon an ox-cart 

With pleasure and with pride. 

When Mary went to Dawson 

On what did Mary ride? 
A sled drawn by six dogs went she, 

All barked in joy and pride. 

When Mary went around the world, 

On what did Mary ride? 
She rode upon a steamship 

With all the world beside. 

When Mary went to Erzerum 

On what did Mary ride? 
A Russian sledge with horses twain 

And soldiers marched beside. 

When Mary was in Egypt 

On what did she then ride? 
She rode upon a camel 

And of fright she nearly died. 



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When Mary was in Ceylon 

On what did Mary ride? 
She rode upon a rickshaw — 

A Singalese her guide. 

When Mary was in India 

On what did Mary ride? 
She rode upon an elephant, 

All dignity and pride. 

When Mary was In China 
On what did Mary ride? 
Her sedan chair when skies were fair — 
And coolies were her guide. 

When Mary was in Ireland 

On what did Mary ride? 
She rode upon a jaunting car 

With Leo at her side. 

When Mary was in Panama 

On what did Mary ride? 
On a truck car — straight through the canal — 

No water was there inside. 

When Mary was in Dresden 

How then did Mary ride? 
She sailed the skies, then fluttered 

Down, thankful to come alive. 



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When Mary went to Algiers, 

On what did Mary ride? 
She rode upon a donkey 

And did not ride astride. 

In visiting our cities, 

On what does Mary ride? 
She rides upon a trolley car 

Thankful to get inside. 

* * * 

Of all the ways that Mary went, 

She loved the ox- team best; 
The world was not then passion tossed 

But peaceful and at rest. 

* * * 

In the beautiful world where Mary went 
In her strange, her charming rides, 

The angels in charge concerning her 
Were ever by her side. 



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TO MY SON LEO 

When morning breaks upon my night — 
I do not heed its dawning light, 
For all along the lengthing day 
I may not find thee on my way — 
But when the night o'er spreads the land 
I hear thy voice, I clasp thy hand 
And marvel, — for it is the night 
That only brings to me the light. 

U. S. Consulate General, Dresden, Germany, January, 1917. 



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THE COMING HOME OF THE U. S. 

CONSULS FROM GERMANY, 

MARCH 20, 1917 

Oh! the Huns were clever — to deny it were vain, — 
In sending us home by the way of Spain 
Knowing we'd suffer, in sunshine or rain, 
On the Steamer Cadiz — the Steamer Cadiz. 

"We are bound for Havana," glad voices cried; 
" Not if I know it," the captain replied; 
"You are bound for Corona — miles beside 
On the Steamer Cadiz — the Steamer Cadiz." 

Oh! the whanging, the banging, the noise we 

were in 
Forty devils let loose never made such a din, 
(Angels would swear were it not a sin) 
On the Steamer Cadiz — the Steamer Cadiz. 

" Some butter, please," said a passenger mild; 
" Butter is extra," the steward replied, 
" And sugar the same — they are not supplied" 
By the Steamer Cadiz — the Steamer Cadiz. 

" Some milk for the coffee," mildly said she; 
" No milk for the coffee — no milk for the tea," 



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Answered the steward, " before it is three," 
On the Steamer Cadiz — the Steamer Cadiz. 

We had pigs from Corona, ten bullocks, and 

more, 
In steerage a thousand came from its shore, 
And beasties not even mentioned by Noah 
We had on the Steamer Cadiz — the Steamer 

Cadiz. 

When the Kaiser's defeated — most surely he'll 

be — 
No greater punishment here wish we 
Just send him adrift on a boundless sea 

On the Steamer Cadiz — the Steamer Cadiz. 

But we were happy: to deny it were vain, 
As unward we came by way of Spain. 
A party like ours will ne'er cross again 

On the Steamer Cadiz — the Steamer Cadiz. 

S. S. Cadiz, April, 1917. 



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TO JENNIE JUNE 

There's a nest in the hedge — 

A bit of a tune — 
But songs in the branches 

For thee, Oh! my June! 

New mown hay in the meadows- 

Delicious perfume — 
All this sweetness of summer 

For thee, Oh! my June! 

The brooks, too, are babbling 

A sort of a rune — 
Just singing their love song 

To thee, Oh! my June! 

There are hearts softly singing- 
No words to the tune — 

'Tis a song of affection 
To thee Jennie June! 



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REINCARNATION 

(To Mrs. H. W. K.) 

She met me with her eyes of blue. 
11 You are the sweetest thing I ever knew," 
Said she, — and really meant it, too. 
The darling! 

She didn't even know my name, 
Who I was, from whence I came — 
And then to love me just the same. 
The darling! 

It came to me, then, clear as the sun, 
The love of my youth again had come 
And taken the guise of this beautiful one, — 
The darling! 

And whither now on land or on sea, 
She'll ever be a joy to me, — 
The darling. 

N. F., July 9, 1918. 



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TO LEO 

Oh! Leo, my son Leo! 
The happy day has come — 
For on this blessed morning 
Your mother is eighty-one. 

Oh, leave all business, Leo! 
And with me take a run, 
Glad am I and happy 
For I am only eighty-one. 

The cannons are a-booming, 
They march to fife and drum, 
But we must be happy, Leo, 
The day I'm eighty-one. 

I could not, my Leo, 
Be sad — though tears may come — 
Remembering all the happy years 
That brought me eighty-one. 

I thank thee, O my Father! 
For the gift of this dear son 
Who has crowned my life with blessings, 
But I am only eighty-one. 

Thy blessings, my Father, 
On all who are so young — 
May they know the joy of living 
When only eighty-one ! 

New York, March 20, 1918. 

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